Evening all....
My little girl (age 6) lost one of her front teeth tonight and for some reason I have a sense that this is a rite of passage....I can still remember her being born in a haze of anxiety, fatigue and wonderment and me not being able to sleep for the first 24 hours, checking her constantly to see if she was breathing....I have read slyvia plaths poem many a time and not really enjoyed it but tonight i seemed to read it with different eyes.... I think there is a real gravity and authenticity to what she says here....
Morning Song
Slyvia Plath
Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.
Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival.New statue.
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.
I'm no more your mother
Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind's hand.
All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.
One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and flora
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat's.The window square
Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.
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Originally Posted by freckle
